This reminds me of my tissuse box in therapy, I normally never look at T, and the box is on my left and she sits on my right..I've fiddled with that box, touched it, twisted it about and one day T told me that the Tissue box represented her. Then after one summer break I returned and the box wasn't there I know the box because kleenex changed the pattern on their boxes and I voiced that I'd noticed it was gone now and replaced by another. T told me the box was still in the house (she works from home) if I wanted it? I just nodded no, I couldnt say I wanted it, and then the next session it was back. Ever since then whenever the box is near empty she just takes the tissues out of another box and gently fits them into "my" box, and this has been going on for about 2yrs, I mentioned once that its going to get torn at some point, and T just said, well we can fix it. Your post just reminded me of that and I guess filled be with gratitude for that level of caring, you can't pretend that.
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